Joe4Wheels

Faith. I grew up Christian. I went to church with my mom almost every Sunday until I became a teenager. I was even in a youth group called Awanas. Truth be told, my relationship to faith and Christianity is complicated. I’ve been too blessed in my life to be atheist but I don’t have enough faith to call myself Christian. I’m clearly agnostic. I don’t believe I need a book or religious leader to know how to be a good person or find my way to the afterlife. How you treat others

My light can never be snuffed out  I may need machines to breathe  This wheelchair just to move  The hands of others to exist  But my light can never be put out I have a strength that can’t be seen  Only in my actions it manifests  Physical power may escape me  But the strength of my spirit and presence  Is stronger than steel and burns hot My body has failed me  But my mind has not and will not  My integrity cannot be swayed  I’m fueled by the haters But never consumed by ha

I don’t live a life most would consider normal. I can’t move much except to drive my chair or talk. That being said, I’m always going somewhere and you can’t shut me up. I live, not suffer, with a disability called Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. It’s a genetic disorder that causes my muscles to damage and die quicker than they grow and repair. Though I can’t really grow muscles either. Believe it or not I was walking until I was 9. The muscles responsible for walking went away